Bolo Tie Lyrics - This Unruly Mess I've Made - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

I never won the spelling bee 

I could read people's energy 

Listen to what have been said to me 

Heard the voices in elementary 

That I wouldn't amount to anything 

Ol' girl, she used to beg to me 

Like, if we just had a nice house and a mortgage 

And a front lawn, and a fucking wedding ring 

I danced in Paris, shed my shell 

Swam in oceans, felt the scales 

Put my CD in Starbucks, it did not sell 

Get the CD out the car trunk and did it myself 

These piano keys hold some weight 

In a bolo tie, I escort my date 

She ordered shrimp scampi on a porcelain plate 

The accordion played, I put my fork in a steak 

Afternoons need a coffee boost 

Attitude needs a confidence boost 

Yeah, I'm sort of the dude 

But where's the self-esteem when the costumes removed? 

Thanks for the invite, can't make it 

I could blame it on a flight to Vegas 

But, truth be told, rather not socialize 

And go and waste my time with an acquaintance 

These relationships need maintenance 

Everybody got expectations 

Text back, so impatient 

Where were you when I was in in-patient? 

Motherfucker, you ain't my accountant 

You don't know what I'm doing 

Focusing on what I'm giving back 

Man, make better music 

Fuck preaching on top of the mountain 

People can see through it 

Keeping my name in your mouth 

Just don't bite your tongue while you chew it 

Exactly, I got the man of the year 

Source magazine was like our Vanity Fair 

In a mansion, picking out a chandelier 

But got a bone to pick with the man in the mirror 

Questioning the purchase while I'm standing there 

Questioning the purpose of my rap career 

Thinking "Man, what the hell happened here?" 

Feels like yesterday in a van packing gear 

What am I gonna go and give back this year? 

There's a whole lot of struggling rappers here 

Want a co-sign and a whole track this year 

If you know motherfuckers start acting weird 

Lot of backstabbers and some actors here 

Lot of has-beens and over-reactors here 

I remember laughing and cracking beers 

Now I climbed the ladder and you're mad I'm here 

Motherfucker, you ain't my accountant 

You don't know what I'm doing 

Focusing on what I'm giving back 

Man, make better music 

Fuck preaching on top of the mountain 

People can see through it 

Keeping my name in your mouth 

Just don't bite your tongue while you chew it 

(400) 

Motherfucker, I'm gone 

Judging me off of my past 

You don't see what I'm doing 

When I got shot that was headline news 

Y'all used me for views, I ain't stupid 

Cause what about all the good? 

The non-profit for the kids in the hood 

That ain't got no option in them shelter homes plotting 

Shit, I'm just doing what I should 

They must want no one to know 

Cause they don't put that on the news, bro 

They entertained by the culture, they vultures 

They suck us like leaches 'til we broke 

But I know the game, so I play it like chess 

Act like a square, but really be the threat 

The next time my name in the press 

Talk about how YG gave them kids Christmas 

Motherfucker, you ain't my accountant 

You don't know what I'm doing 

Focused on what I'm giving back 

Man, make good music 

Preaching on top of the mountain 

People can see through it 

Keeping my name in your mouth 

Just don't bite your tongue while you chew it 

Motherfucker, I'm gone 

Fuck, hey, woo 

Motherfucker, I'm gone 

(Four, four, four...) 

Hey where'd he go though? 

(400) 

Motherfucker, I'm gone 

(I am the victim not the motherfuckin' suspect) 

And he's gone, gone 

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